Semi-Daily Scribbles

There is a reluctance to begin again. A new venture doesn't necessarily equate 'an adventure,' but know that change charges onward with or without our consent. I stand in front of frosted panes and weigh how heavily the rain will fall. The crosshatch from a shredded screen lends perspective to the rolling white infiniteness of possibility. Take the risk? Forgo the unknown? Give chance its big break? It's only sleet on the other side of that window, after all. I've got to keep my head free of fog and my feet unafraid of the freeze.